Chapter 114

She jerked up suddenly as soon as the men cleared the doorway, her apparent tiredness not in residence. She and G had planned for two days exactly how to pay the boys back for their fishy dilemma in Denver. As she sat up, the devil rose in her eyes as she started grinning. "Did you bring the bags?"



"I sure did." Geena waggled her eyebrows and reached behind the couch for the bags she had hidden earlier in the day. 


She snagged her's and looked in, making sure everything was there. Tight black super short mini, black halter that plunged to the waist in the front, and her brand new thigh high "fuck me" stiletto boots. "Oh yeah, for being right.. ahhuh." If there was one thing that could get Richie going it was a woman's body covered by the finest leather.


"I did good?" Geena grinned wickedly as she pulled out her red micro mini, red bustier, and see thru silk jacket. To top it off she'd purchased a pair of red stilletto boots. "Damn we are gonna look like hookers." 

Her head tilted as she laughed, "Hookers? Not on your life, no one could afford this for an hour or two." She winked her friends way, "Classy call girl maybe."

Bri took one look at Geena's sudden indecision and shook her head. "Shit Geena, don't whimp out on me now. There's nothing slutty about this stuff. Hell I actually sneaked Richie's phone and called Nikki for this. Everything here is from his clothing line. He wants White trash? He's gonna get it." Seeing her curious look she grinned. "Called her a few days ago, had her express this to Montreal. Hell might as well get him wtih what he wants right? " She snorted slightly, "Wanna call us the Hormonal Bobsy Twins huh? I'll give him hormonal." 

Geena just nodded and stood. "Lets go find us a non male place to try all this lovely stuff on." As they walked out Geena started to get into the spirit of the plan and grinned. "I think we are gonna do some slaying tonight girlfriend. " 

She stripped quickly and pulled her hair up into a slight twist before reaching for her toiletries. Stepping into the stall she showered quickly. "Slay them? G, I just want his tongue hanging out all night."

"Tongue dangling is good," Geena laughed as she dried off and slid into her red lace panty hose, the skirt and bustier. She sat down on the chair to zip up her boots. " I gotta tell Nikki I need more of this before I get to looking like an elephant. Wonder if she can make us cool clothes while we get bigger? "

"Knowing how my husband likes sexy? I'd about guarantee it." She slid on the strappy body suit before turning to look at G, the laughter bubbling up, "Who else but the King of Swing would help come up with a line with this?" She pointed downwards to the zipper that demurely covered all southern points of interest.

Geena giggled, "Well he likes what he likes, easy access being one of them." 

She was still laughing as she slid the leather mini up, quickly zipping the waist and unzipping the two tiny plaquets at the thighs. "Oh yeah. Thank God she had this in purple too." She settled herself onto the small couch in the dressing area they'd chosen away from the guys to slip on the stilettos boots her head shaking. "And I bet you five bucks he squawks about me being on heels now. But we got months to go before our balance suffers in heels."

"Yea well he wouldn't be a worried hubby and daddy to be if he didn't," Geena responded while applying her makeup. She spritzed on a bit of her favorite perfume then started working on that thick mane of hair of hers. 

Bri quickly fixed her makeup then stood and leaned over, shaking her head crazily before popping up, her hair settling around her shoulders in a messy yet wavy do. "Mmhmm." 

Her brow flicked up as the strains of the beginning music started to filter to her. "Well took us more time to get ready than we thought. For such scraps of clothing who woulda thought? I bet they wonder where the hell we are."


"Hope they don't send out security ," Geena chuckled. "Ready to go give them the biggest case of blue balls while on stage? " She reached for the door handle as she glanced back at Bri, who was still adjusting her skirt. 

She dropped her hands and strolled up to her friend. Locking arms with her she nodded. "Let's go do this."

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Richie and Jon stood at the bottom of the steps ready to take the stage, both glancing to the hallway to see if they would catch sight of their wives. They had strangely disappeared during soundcheck and had yet to reappear. They weren't worried, after quizzing the crew they'd learned that their laughter had been heard, so they hadn't left the building, they were just off doing their own thing.

Rich shook his head, "I wonder what the fuck they are up to man?"

Jon glanced at his friend as he bounced a couple of times in preparation of hitting the stage. "Plotting how to get us back somehow more than likely man. No telling what they could be up to."

Richie nodded as he started for the steps to the stage. Knowing his wife the next few hours would be interesting.

They took the stage, Richie strapping on his guitar to to strum the beginning cords of Blood. As he played he tried to see if he could locate Bri. He eyeballed the area she and Geena were usually in and didn't see either of them. As he scanned the front row crowds he wondered exactly where they had gotten off too.

Then the lights flashed on for a moment and he got his first look at them as they slid into their places.OH fucking hell that's what that call on my dialed call list was about! He smirked as his eyes feasted on his wife. The strapless top clung to her like a glove, and that skirt barely covered her ass. His jeans grew tighter as his mind went south. Wonder if she is zipped or unzipped at the crotch?. 

He mentally thanked God for the guitar hiding his extremely painful hard on. Just thinking about whether she was zipped or not was doing bad things to his cock. His gaze lowered past the skirt as gleaming black leather thigh high boots filled his vision. Fuck she wants to kill me? A slight grin began to play over his lips. Two could play the tease game. He turned to look at Jon and nearly laughed. Obviously his bro had finally found Geena and was experiencing the same hard sensations. As he studied Geena a moment he recognized another of the WTB designs. He knew they would look hot on women, but never dreamed he would see them on his wife or her friend. Hell seeing them on real women made him realize just how sensual the designs really were. 

Jon glanced down into the circle and almost forgot the words to the song he was singing. Shaking his head he leaned in to get a closer look at the red number his eyes were eating up. Twirling he glanced at Richie with a question in his eyes. As the solo ramped up he mouthed, "yours?"

Richie nodded and groaned as he wiggled a bit to try and ease the pain shooting through him.

He shook his head again as he turned back to the mic. He definitely owed Richie a bit of pain for this. Risking another glance at his friend, he caught the look of almost agony hidden in a smile on his friends face. Ok so maybe he had it just as bad. 

Geena's smile grew bigger as she leaned in further. She could tell he was hurting. Glancing at Bri she could see her friend was equally satisfied that their little plan had worked.

Richie walked over to Jon and whispered. "Honest I had no fuckin' clue. When they shoot for paybacks they go all the way don't they? " He glanced back down at his wife; watching her move to the music in that outfit that was gonna be the death of him. 



She glanced up at Richie than back to Geena her breath ragged. "He wore brown, and in the lights you can damn near see through...." her voice stuttered off as he bent backwards during a long riff. "HRH is looking good too."

"Oh yea but he is gonna have to do more than -- oh fuck me. NO I won't fall for his games this time. Boy has to learn a lesson. I ain't that easy, " Geena said as she fought the urge to moan. "I will not give in." 

She hugged her friend tight as her eyes returned to Richie, her free hand sliding along the front of her skirt as a grin grew. If he was as smart as she thought he was, he'd figure out that her little signal meant the zipper was open just for him.

Richie tried to look at everyone, to give all equal attention, but his wife made that very difficult. Especially when she slid her hand down to her skirt. Fuck me, she didn't? He growled then shifted his weight as the pain in his groin intensified.

The girls danced the evening away circleside, alternately laughing or moving in ways to make their men crazy from on stage. The songs flew by and they knew when they were able to check the forum and twitter, the world would be yammering about how on fire the guys had been the first night in Montreal. 


Geena held stead fast even when Jon shook it in front of her sang Diamond Ring. She came close to giving in when he bent down and kissed her in front of the whole crowd, most of whom still didn't know that she was his wife. To them she was just a girl he'd picked out of the crowd, but for him to do that almost was her undoing. It was the first time he had shown any public display of affection towards her.

As the encore finished, she turned to G, ready to go backstage. She whipped back around when the crowd roared again and the boys reappeared, only to launch into twist and shout. But when they started up with Captain Crash she couldn't stop the laughter at the look she saw Geena's face. "Time to give in?"



Geena glanced at her friend. "Yes. I think my man won the battle of the wills damn him anyway." She good naturedly growled. "I think we tortured them good anyway. " 

She laughed as the band finally took their bows. She grinned as Richie threw an extra wink her way. Not many would have noticed, or even recognised the look in his eyes, but she did and it spelled Trouble. That look was dark and dangerous and it made her shiver. Turning to G she managed to speak, "ready to go face the lions?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. " Geena eyes met with a pair of very dark blue eyes as she started to follow Bri thru the crowd. Her gaze never broke from Jon's. It was a look that made her quiver, clear down to her toes. 

She stepped up to the barricade, winked at the guards before flashing her crew laminate. At the wide eyed stare of the guard, one that screamed exactly what job he thought she had in the crew, she snorted and stepped on through. "Men!"

Geena shot the guard a glare. " Would you care to repeat that to the bossman? I happen to know him really well . " She normally didn't flash her ring or her status but her hormones were bouncing all over the place; horny to anger to zero in sixty seconds or less. As the guard backed off she murmured, " I didn't think so." Pushing past the big man she walked on by. "Oh and Steve I will let my husband know." 

She shook her head as her friends hormones played run the race track yet again. "Girl, one of these days....."

She stopped at the dressing room door, feeling the bump as Geena ran right into her. Now that it was time to actually face Richie, she was having second thoughts. "Hey G, think I could sneak out and go home alone??"

"Whatcha scared of? He's just gonna fuck ya to death, " Geena giggled. 

Her head shook as she took a step back, "G, look at him, I mean really look."

Geena peeked around the doorframe, her eyes widening at the dangerous gleam in Richie's eyes. "Ok maybe not, um, want me to go in first? " The wickedly dark look he was radiating scared even her. 

She stepped to the side and leaned against the wall as the thrill of his look and the fear of it zipped around her head and soul. "He's not mad, Maybe I shouldnt have teased him a bout the zipper."

"Um maybe not, " Geena agreed. " Well here goes nothing. If I don't come out alive -- " she made a face as she stepped into the dressing room. 

She heard the whistles and catcalls and held back the snicker, only to see G being walked right back out the door with Jon behind her. God was he in a hurry or what? She winked at her friend as she hustled by then put her fingers to her lips and whistled as well. 

Geena said, "Um in a hurry to get somewhere ? Whoa slow down I got heels on!" She glanced back at her friend and mouthed "I'm in trouble." 

Jon just grunted and scooped her up, his head turning slightly to watch Bri for a moment. Shaking his head he simply pressed a kiss to Geena's head and kept on walking. He was gonna get her to that hotel, if only to see what she could possibly have on under that skin tight dress.

Geena squealed. As fast as he was moving they would make the hotel at breakneck speed. Poor Paul might get a ticket tonight. She bit back the laugh at her thought as the arena doors loomed.

Richie waited and paced the room. Where the hell was she? Walking to the door he peeked out and chided, "What are you doin out here darlin? You tease then you hide? " 

She took a deep breath and straightened, only to back back into the wall as he crowded in on her. "Just saying good bye to Geena."

Richie glanced down the hall and chuckled. " I never seen the ole man move so fast after a show." Turning his attention back to Bri he nodded, " I think he has the right idea though. " 

His hungry gaze bore through her, arrowing straight into her errogenous zones. She shivered at the growl in his voice, unable to do much more than nod. "Really?"

"Really." Richie growled and before she knew it he'd thrown her over his shoulder. "Darlin' its not nice to tease when your husband's working,” he muttered as he made his way down the hall to outside the arena. 

She felt the slight smack on the ass as he carried her towards the exit and offered up a slight laugh. "I thought I was helping you out. You were really on fire tonight."

"Yes we were and the crowd thanks you, the moose don't however, he's hurting now. " 

She wiggled slightly and felt his hand tighten over her hips. "At least that stuff the doctor said take is working, I don't feel all icky." She winced at the admission, maybe she should have played sickly, he might not have gotten all growly then.Dammit.

"Good cuz darlin' you're in for a long night," Richie responded as he opened the door to the car and carefully placed her on the seat before sliding in beside her. To the hotel as fast as you can," he ordered Tom.